When blood sows land and tills the soil, the feet are dragged and the hands red in the sand. With a face you husk the corn and barley, With a face covered in bruises and freckles, digging pits inside the muscle. — Do we see where the truth lay, the kingdoms sway, and the plate comes near, so hard to see the gears shifts rotating? From plastics and chemicals,
all burned and soiled. Is there someone looking more distraught and annoyed? …